I stared at my shirtless Tom Selleck poster for hours. It occurred to me that since Pablo jumped ship to Greta’s team that I didn’t have a friend in the world. I called up Dan to see if he wanted to swing by Olive Garden for a few drinks. “Heh. I shoot endangered cougars with James Woods up in Mt. Baldy. Why would I want to get a drink with you?” he said.
Fair enough, I thought.
I didn’t want to take the five minute drive to Glendale. But it was time. Perhaps Slick Rick was still in his air duster huffing phase and I thought maybe we could spend the afternoon killing a few brain cells together. Just like the old days. I hadn’t seen him in 15 years. So I drove my trike out to Glendale while blasting Night Ranger on repeat. When I knocked on the door a plump Latina answered.
“Hola,” she said.
“Hi, is Slick Rick home?”
“No comprende,” she shrugged.
“Slick Rick. Is this his house?”
“Father?” a voice behind me said. I turn around and saw an aged Slick Rick standing there with a bloody shirt and wielding a chainsaw.
“Rick!” I exclaimed. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.”
“Oh yeah, great,” he said. “I was just out back slaughtering some chickens. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll join you on the porch.”
When he went back inside, I pulled out a cigarillo and lit it up. A small golden haired girl came out the front door and cocked her head. “Are you my grandpa?” she asks.
I’ve heard that question a hundred times. “Probably,” I said, “god knows I’ve banged enough women in this town. Glendale, that is. In fact, there was an old whore I used to frequent. Chinese I think she was. I hope she wasn’t a sex trafficked victim. I’d feel pretty bad about that. But I’ve forgiven myself since then.”
“Slick Rick is my dad,” she said.
“Oh okay,” I told her as I puffed on my cigarillo. “Yeah, his mom was a whore. An expensive one. Not from Glendale though. I think she was Vietnamese. Did you know that I fragged my commanding officer when I was in Vietnam? It wasn’t during the war. It was an accident. It didn’t kill him but it did maim about a dozen people. I’ve forgiven myself for that too.”
“I’m six years old!” the girl blissfully smiled.
“No shit? Ya know, when I was six years old, I was a drug mule for the Mexican cartels. They’d give me a nickel for every ounce of cocaine I was able to shove up the ass of….”
“How you been dad!” Rick said all cleaned up as he stepped on the porch. “Care for a beer?”
“Daddy!” the girl squealed then ran into Rick’s arms.
“No thanks. I’m already drunk,” I told him.
“I’m sorry about my wife earlier,” Rick explained. “She doesn’t speak English.”
“Hell, I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”
“I don’t. So what brings you by? It’s been nearly 20 years.”
“15 to be exact. I dunno, Cassandra told me about you. I figured you might be in some trouble or something. And why the hell do you still talk to Cassandra?”
“Trouble? Dad, I’m the most successful chiropractor in Glendale. I’m on the city council for fucks sake.”
“No shit? Goddamn son, what the hell happened? One minute you’re junkie suckin off Japanese business men behind Chipotle and now you’re the one getting sucked off?!”
“People change dad.”
I puffed on the cigarillo. “Ya know, I don’t think I’ve changed at all. Fuck that shit.”
“I can tell.”
“So why do you still talk to Cassandra?”
“Well,” Rick pondered as he gazed out across the lawn, “I always thought she was the only person to have ever cared about me.”
“I cared about you.”
“You never showed it.”
I could feel the tension brewing in the air. “Rick,” I said, “there’s something I always wanted to tell you. You see, that Russian bullet that struck me in the head. Remember? On that field in whatever that country was called? Well, something happened.”
“Yeah, you lost a lot of brain matter. In fact, you were deemed mentally handicapped.”
“No I was deemed that way before. Something else happened. I had a vision Rick. A vision that so terrified me that I hope to never experience it again. I lost you Slick Rick. You couldn’t imagine the pain I felt. I was afraid. I was afraid of losing you again. I guess that’s why I didn’t come around as much after that.” I finished my cigarillo and flicked out into the lawn. “I just thought you should know,” I concluded.
I tipped my hat and departed down the steps back towards the trike. When I was halfway across the lawn, Rick shouted. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?” he said.
TO BE CONTINUED…